Insane Clown Posse (icp) Insane Clown Posse (icp) - Ghetto Zone Lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (icp) - Ghetto Zone Lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (ICP)

 

 Ghetto Zone 

 We got over 50,000 gangbangers out there

 Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit

 You know its potent when the funky-ass beat hit

 Rolling the dice and we's hittin' point

 ICP out of southwest Detroit

 Running with a gang of 20 street hoods

 Hookers on my back cuz I'm selling them cheap goods

 Looking through the motherfucking alleyway

 They can't catch Violent crazy-ass psychopath J

 But I guess I wasn't so crazy this time

 Now I'm chillin in the back of car 49

 Yes, rhyme grippin that metal

 They put a man on the moon, but can't do shit for the ghetto

 I look at all that and it makes me sick

 I wanna grab them motherfuckers make em swallow a brick

 So I grab anybody I can find

 Beat a fiend in the head with a goddamn stop sign

 Flex one of us and I'm a find you

 Bullet rips through your chest and hits the bitch behind you

 Killed two birds with one stone

 You're laying in the street with a bullet in your dome

 And to those hillbillies listening down south

 Talk shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth

 And keep stringing on your banjo

 Cuz we don't like that shit we're we come from, bro

 Now the ICP stands alone in the southwest ghetto zone

 Ah, for Christ's sake

 Ah, you don't talk about that garbage here

 That's for the hell-hole where you come from

 This is the good part of town

 We let you deal with that type of bullshit

 Your problems don't concern us

 Go home now, well go on

 Southwest Detroit is condemned one's home

 The cops just don't know what to do

 Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and the PSR

 They got my back, O.G., you won't make it far

 I got my nine at my gut and it's startin' to hurt

 Where can you keep a gat wearing skins and a t-shirt?

 Now I'm roaming like a true ghetto thug

 Fiends on the sac cuz I'm booming that crack

 I know you heard aloud what J said

 When I told you that I sold to that bitch, that basehead

 Know you can't argue with the truth

 If I hit you in your mouth, you're gonna spit out a tooth

 And I laugh at a motherfucking cop

 Sittin' with his fat ass in a donut shop

 At the party where the ICP shows take face

 Billy throws the handcuffs all over the place

 "We're here to protect and protect we do"

 Then I ask who the fuck protects us from you

 Cops are always beatin on someone

 Shot a mute in the back, he told him not to run

 And the motherfucking black panthers know it

 That's why some cops now are catching a bullet

 I'm runnin, I'm runnin, we'll end the chase

 When Jump Steady puts his gauge in your motherfuckin face

 Mind your own in the southwest ghetto zone

 Hey, yo, G, who the fuck do you think you are, man?

 You know who you're fucking with the IC motherfuckin P, G

 Why don't you all step the fuck up before you get shot, boy

 Keep running your lips, see what happens motherfuckers

 Yea, G, see what I'm saying, now what's up with that shit

 Come to Del Ray and drive by in shit

 The cops just don't know what to do

 These are my homeboys, vato

 See, are home right here is all we have, man

 I love them and they love me back, man

 Well I guess I'm a bad guy

 Cuz I cuss a lot I say "fuck" a lot

 And I rap to tell you how I'm feeling

 When I'm in the old spot sit and we reeling

 Through Del Ray, call it Hell Ray

 It's where ICP stay, yo G

 And the forces that always talk shit get beat

 And if I'm out numbered I gotta gauge in the backseat

 Cuz if I feel I am mack dead

 In the trunk of my car I got weapons I'd a never had

 A thousand motherfucker in the back make the car saw

 Rodney's fat ass make the whole damn muffler drag

 Rappin to a sac-chasing Heidi

 I told the bitch I ain't never even seen a Mazaratti

 Ever sell out to a freak, fuck no

 That why I'll tell ya I'll never end up in a box for a ho

 When the check comes I ignore it

 And the bitch is gonna ask me to fucking pay for it

 I give the ho an empty 12-pack

 Take your ass to the store and bring some Faygo back

 That's all I pay for bitch now get the fuck on ho

 Stick around I got something you can suck on ho

 Violent J won't be ganked

 By no nappy-headed, bare-footed, crackheaded sewer skank

 You gotta handle your own

 In the southwest ghetto zone

 ICP

 And to all the sets running in southwest Detroit

 Good luck and stay strong

 Latin Counts

 Young Guns

 CFP

 X-men

 To the Cobras

 And DT

 ICP

 They got uzis, they got shotguns

 They got explosives